The hucksters have persuaded you
That the books bearing your histories
Are bad for your digestion
They have misled you into believing
That Love is a child’s fairy tale
That the body is merely a commodity
They play 3 Card Monte with your identity
You follow the shuffling hands
Hoping to catch the ace
While shadows in the crowd
Pickpocket your spirit
Now you roll dice to forget your own mortality
Forget too that the house always wins
Charmed by blinking lights and bells
The weight of what you do not have
Leaves you inhaling the dreams
Your master has prepared for you
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